Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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War Wolf
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I don’t like this guy already. He sounds too arrogant to my taste. Only I can be so proud of myself. Well, I have reasons to. His lip quirked up to a non-friendly smile and I watched as he asked what was I suggesting with my words.

- I not suggesting… I affirming, I not the only old wolf here.

Attack me… I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you will do in your pathetic life. I’m not the one to attack first. I am one to counter-attack. This is how things work with me, hit the wrong spot, make one wrong move and you are dead. I’m just waiting here, quietly in my spot.

He asked me if I had no sons and I told him. Why would I hide such things? They are all far away from me now and should this wolf want to kill Sulan, I wouldn’t care. He is a traitor and deserves death! He left his pack and never came back. The ivory male spoke then, telling me that he knew Sulan and revealing to me that he is still alive. Anger boils deeply in my blood just to hear this. Ruled a pack? And no longer did? That’s what I trained him for? Four years dedicating restless to his training. I found a growl rumbling furiously through my chest.

- Where he is? - I asked.

Just tell me. I will put an end in this story.

I watched as he chuckled, confused at his sudden amusement. So… Fourteen children… He,he… It doesn’t say anything about how successful he is, just indicates that he couldn’t control himself.

- That only show you found such a female. In my lands, it’s not about quantity, it’s about quality…

My lip tugging into a smirk.

(( I'm sorry, terrible postie I know! ))

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